Until Monday. До понедельника

Глава 1Time drags inexorably when there's nothing to do at work. Sergey Semyonovich — that was his full name, with the patronymic, even the boss called him thus — sat at his desk on the first floor of the Applied Physics Institute and felt bored. All his tasks had already been completed; even the contracts for next year’s developments were closed off. There was nothing left to do. He had no desire to read, no wish to drink tea. All he wanted was to go home quickly. But the eight-hour workday wouldn't allow it. He checked the clock — 9:21. Damn, he thought, I must have looked at the clock about three hours ago, and it was only 9:07. This must be some kind of temporal anomaly. But then the idea struck him: what if I could create a temporal anomaly myself? And if I could step into it... then, suddenly, it would be 16:50. That would be the way out. Yes — that’s the idea.Sergey Sem…